The Problem with Potters (James II/Scorpius)
The Problem with Potters
Chapter 1(/3)
James II/Scorpius (Some Albus/Scorpius)
Warnings: This is rated M for lemon scenes.
I want to thank all the people who helped me write/edit/beta this. Most importantly, my boyfriend for proof reading, plot brainstorming and blow job research.
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“Ack, James, now the house elves will have to wash my robes again! And at this rate I'll have carpal tunnel by the end of term.”
James Potter II laughed, hair obscuring half his sweaty face, looking entirely too bloody pleased with himself. “You're cute when you're flustered, Princess. I love this face you make right after you come.”
“You can't says thing like that,” Scorpius huffed, not knowing what exactly his face looked like after he came, but hoping that it wouldn't last for long. He didn't need to broadcast his recent orgasm to the school when he got dinner.
“I can so, and if you didn't want carpal we shouldn't have used our hands.” James gave a conspiratorial smirk. “We have other options, you know. It's not my fault you're too stuffy to try them.”
Scorpius Malfoy rolled his eyes, glad that the dim light of their hiding spot obscured the red tint of his cheeks. They had stuffed themselves into one of the storage rooms down in the dungeons. There wasn't much room between the shelves of ground monkwood and vials of Devil's Snare, but they made do. It was hard to get privacy in Hogwarts, and you had to take what you could get. They couldn't always use the Room of Requirement or the Prefect bathroom, after all. James was 17 this year, a 7th year at last. Somehow he had been made Head Boy, so the Prefect bathroom was their preferred spot, but sometimes it was already in use and they had to find other options. Scorpius suspected that James liked the thrill of using storage closets and forgotten side rooms anyway.
Scorpius began to fix his various undone buttons. He really had no idea how to respond to James. He never did. Scorpius wasn't as brash and bold as James. What could he say when the older boy just non-nonchalantly blurted out that he could make Scorpius come with more than just his hands? The boy seemed to operate on an entirely different wavelength at times.
“Scorpy.” James said softly, cupping both the boy's cheeks in his hands. “Come on. Give me a smile. You can't be this grumpy after a hand job.”
“I need to go meet Albus for dinner,” Scorpius said, looking away. “Thanks though.”
James gave a small sigh. “Oh don't thank me for jerking you off, Malfoy. It's weird,” he said and leaned in to kiss Scorpius softly on the lips, earning a the coveted smile from the younger blond boy.
. . .
The Great Hall bustled loudly with the dinner rush. Albus was spooning a pile of green beans onto his plate just as Scorpius arrived to sit next to him, hoping that whatever face he made after he came had faded now.
Albus has the prettiest eyes, warm, kind and the color of summer grass. Scorpius knew it sounded ridiculously cheesy, but he couldn't help himself. His best friend was gorgeous. He was funny, and smart and when he smiled he got these dimples in his cheeks that made Scorpius's gut twist with longing. The boy was perfect.
It was weird, Scorpius knew, for a Potter-Weasley to end up in Slytherin. The Potter-Weasley's were the whole group of children spawned from Harry Potter, and the last generation of Weasleys. They were, by tradition, a family of Gryffindors. Albus was the first of his family to ever break the mold, and at first glance, it looked like a mistake. Albus was a gentle kid, with a soft face and an easy laugh. Anyone would think he looked out of place in the strikingly aggressive green and silver of Slytherin house.
Scorpius however, saw deeper than just that. Albus wanted to prove himself. He was ambitious to rise above his famous father, Harry Potter; his famous mother, Ginny Weasley Potter; and his incredibly popular older brother, James. Though he would never step on any toes to get there, Albus Potter wanted to be on top.
Scorpius had first seen him on the train on the way to Hogwarts first year. He made sure to steer clear of the whole family, as his father told him to, but he couldn't help but notice Albus,and the way his green eyes seemed to wander around, watching people. It was that night, sitting at the Slytherin table, that he and Albus became friends. It was almost instantaneous. Scorpius just couldn't find it in himself to say anything snarky to the boy. He wanted Albus to like him, no matter what his father had told him. Albus was just that kind of person.
It was through Albus that Scorius met James, and the rest of the Weasley-Potter gaggle. It was through Albus that Scorpius had made most of his friends, and in true Potter fashion, earned most of his detentions for sneaking out after hours to steal food from the kitchens. For the first four years of school everything was perfect. It wasn't until fifth year that there became a...problem.
Malody Longbottom came prancing up to their table and sat down next to Albus just as Scorpius getting comfortable. It ruined Scorpius' dinner just as it was beginning.
Melody Longbottom was the one problem. It wasn't really her fault. She was a nice enough girl. She was a fourth year Ravenclaw. She was brainy; cute, if you liked that sort of thing; and sweet on Albus. The problem was, of course, that Albus was just as sweet on her. Scorpius knew it was shallow of him to hate his best friend's girlfriend just because he was desperately in love with the boy, but he couldn't help it. Every time she slipped over to the Slytherin table and laid her head on Al's shoulder, Scorpius found himself wanting to get downright catty with the girl.
Scorpius didn't know Melody too well, if he was honest. He had never taken the time to get to know her, but from what he could gather she suffered from a milder form of famous-war-parent-itis that afflicted the Potter-Weasleys. Her father, Professor Neville Longbottom, had earned a great deal of prestige in the final battle of Hogwarts. Her mother, Hannah Longbottom, had been in the DA and now ran the Leaky Cauldron. Melody, for whatever reason, didn't share her father's enthusiasm for plants and the outdoors. She stayed in the castle (except to watch Albus play Quidditch), doing whatever it was that Ravenclaws did with their time, and made lovey-dovey eyes at Albus a lot. She had a younger brother, Frankie, who ended up in Gryffindor and seemed friendly with Molly Weasley. Beyond that, all Scorpius knew about Melody was that he hated her.
Malfoys didn't have to put up with this kind of thing. Malfoys were supposed to get what they want, no matter what. He was fifteen years old. He should have been swept off his feet into the perfect relationship by now. But instead he was stuck, with his best friend, the boy he was in love with, in the universe's most ridiculously sappy relationship with some petulant fourth year girl. All while he fiddled around with Albus's older brother.
When Melody walked over and sat down next to Albus only two minutes after Albus had arrived, it ruined Scorpius's dinner, and he rather regretted fleeing James' presence so soon. As hungry as Scorpius was, the idea of sitting there and listening to Melody and Albus prattle on about how in love they were would sour his mood. At least around James he didn't have to deal with the sickening sinking sensation inspired by Albus and his poofy-haired four-eyed girlfriend holding hands.
As if on cue, Albus reached over and placed his hand on his girlfriend's wrist and began to ask her about her day, her homework, her friends. Each question prompted some inane, boring reply from the girl. Their fellow Slytherins gave the Ravenclaw girl a passing glance and a snort. In general they disapproved of having non-Slytherins at the house table, but with Arius Clockworth spending nearly all his time at the Hufflepuff table these days to flirt with Jonathan Moorland, and Albus eating at the Gryffindor table with his brother and sister every other day, they knew it would be unfair to ban inter-house mingling on their own turf.
“Then,” Melody said,scrunching up her nose fitfully, “Leonard Quirm nearly set the whole common room on fire with his new contraption! It was some helicopter thing. It crashed right into the biography bookshelf!”
“Didn't Leo knock over the Potions bookshelf just last week with his steam powdered train?” Albus replied with a laugh.
“That's Leo. He's brilliant, but destructive,” Melody said, clearly not very amused by her house mate's antics. “Anyway, we should do out homework together. I have so much to do. Anyway, I'm thinking of cutting my hair again,” Melody said, running one of herhands through her shoulder length hair.
“But I like your hair long,” Albus said with a small smile.
Scorpius sat there, unable to contribute to the conversation at all, feeling annoyed. Listening to Albus and Melody making idle chit chat made him all the more appreciative that he had managed to avoid such blithering talk with James. He and James did not chit chat. They did not swap gossip. They did not have drama.
Being with James was simple. Aggravating at times, but simple. Not a lot of talking involved most of the time, and lots of touching, and kissing, and other wonderfully distracting actions that helped let Scorpius forget the nagging annoyance of being in love with his best friend.
It was a secret of course, the things he did with James. No one knew, especially not Albus. Merlin, not Albus. Never, ever, Albus. Not Lily, or Rose, or Hugo, or Roxie, or any of their Slytherin house mates. That was the way he wanted it.
Things with James had started so quietly, just about the time that Albus started dating Melody two months earlier. James always pushing forward, the sly looks, the odd brushes, finally the kissing when they were alone in hallways, the private encounters in the Room of Requirement and dungeon store rooms and broom closets and prefect bathrooms. It was lovely. Apart from Scorpius' own hang ups about Albus, there was one single problem.
Sodomy sent chills up Scorpius's spine. The idea of making himself so vulnerable, of letting James Potter make a woman out of him. He couldn't stand it. With James being older, and the more, well, dominant force in the relationship any attempt to be more physical than they were now would end up with James wanting....that. Secretly, he always added, the only boy he'd ever want...inside him, was Albus. So far he'd been able to keep James at bay about the whole thing, which James chalked up to his “snobby pureblood princess pride.” And of course there was the detail that Scorpius was madly in love with James' little brother, and couldn't help but imagine that it was Albus who was kissing him and touching him while he was alone with James. But over all, this...thing he had with James (he refused to think of it as a relationship) was nice.
“I can't wait to see you play Hufflepuff next week,” Melody was saying, her fingers still laced with Albus'. “My brave little Keeper,” she gave a laugh and kissed his cheek. Scorpius rolled his eyes and continued to butter his roll. This could not be any worse. This was even more torturous than when he tried to sit at the Gryffindor table with the majority of Albus' family and had to endure nearly an hour of pureblood jabs and slytherin jokes.
There were a lot of Potter-Weasleys. It was hard to keep them straight most of the time: who were siblings, god-siblings, and cousins. There were thirteen of them in all. First there were the Potters, Harry and Ginny Potter's children, James, Albus, and Lily. Then there was Ron and Hermione Weasley's children, Rose and Hugo. George and Angelina Weasley had Freddie and Roxie. Percy and Audrey Weasley had Molly and Lucy. Charlie Weasley had no children because, like a reasonable person, he much preferred dragons to diaper changing. Bill and Fleur Weasley had Viccy, Dominique and Louis. Then there was Teddy Lupin who, though not blood related closely, was Harry Potter's God-son and so he counted too. Scorpius considered it a godsend that many of them didn't attend Hogwarts at the moment. (Teddy, Viccy and Freddie had graduated. Dominique and Louis went to school in France. Lucy was still too young.) But that still left seven Potter-Weasleys enrolled at school this year; James, Albus, Lily, Rose Hugo, Molly, and Roxie. All those names, relations, and family gossip was a lot for an only child like Scorpius to deal with at times.
True, he got on well with much of Albus's family. Rose was nice enough and Roxie was amusing. Hugo was quiet and never bothered him. But, no offense to Albus, some of this other relatives, namely the younger bratty Lily and Molly drove him mad. He had no idea what he was going to do when the youngest of all the Weasley Potters, little Lucy Weasley came to school next year.
“Well, I'll look for you in the stands, babe” Albus said happily. “You're the best cheerleader a guy could wish for.” Melody gave a happy giggle at that. The truth was, Scorpius couldn't wait to see Albus play either. Both Potter sons had inherited a great deal of Quidditch skill from their parents. Albus was Keeper for Slytherin team, and a good one at that. James played Beater for Gryffindor. Watching either of them fly often filled Scorpius with a burst of awe, and a slight regret for never allowing himself to try out for the team and follow in his own father's seeker footsteps.
Regardless of that, all this talk of 'babe' and 'best cheerleaders' was making Scorpius lose his appetite even more than before. “Al, I'm going to go to the library for a few hours,” Scorpius said, hoping to escape from the rather sickening scene before he lost his dinner. He didn't give Albus a chance to say goodbye before he was gone, headed through the halls with a mission, each step snapping on the floor.
“What? Again already?” James said in surprise as Scorpius found him out by the courtyard and began to drag him into the castle by his necktie. “Scorpius?” After a few feet Scorpius released him. He didn't want to risk the whole school pulling James Potter along by the tie after all.
“Stop talking.” Scorpius snapped as he found a reasonably sized storage closet just past the stairs on the second floot and pushed the older boy inside, kissing him hard on the mouth as the door slammed shut behind them. James' hands slid down the boy's sides.
James pulled out of the kiss, staring into the younger boy's grey eyes in the dim light of the closet. “Bloody hell. Are you horny again already?” he asked with a small laugh. Scorpius was shoved uncomfortably against a shelf, but he ignored the discomfort.
“No. Shut up.” Scorpius said, lightly hitting the boy's chest. “I just want you to kiss me for a while.” He pulled him back down into a kiss by the neck tie and let the ache in his heart disappear. All he had to do was close his eyes and imagine that instead of James, he was kissing Albus. It wasn't hard. The boys looked enough alike, even if James was older and lacked the wonderful green eyes that Albus had.
And for a moment, everything felt ok.
. . .
So that's how things were. The next afternoon Scorpius was working on his potions essay with the help of Rose Weasley, while her cousin, Roxie, fiddled with something tricky looking that her father George had sent her from his joke shop. They were outside, enjoying the nice weather while they had it. Spring was still young, new and fragile, and they probably had at least one more frost before the rain thawed out Scotland for the rest of a wet and muddy spring.
Scorpius liked Rose Weasley. She was quieter than most her cousins and, despite being a Gryffindor, didn't generally give him a hard time about his family's past. Whether that was out of politeness or the fact that she simply didn't care (being fed up of people dwelling on the second war and her parents part in it herself), wasn't clear. Tall, ginger, bushy haired, when Scorpius met her parents he almost burst out laughing at how much she looked like them. They made solid enough friends, despite her father's concerns that they were going to get married someday.
Roxie Weasley was a completely different matter. She had always been hyperactive, but ever since her older brother Freddie had graduated the year prior, she had taken it upon herself to be annoying enough for both of them. Every few weeks she'd get an owl from her father filled with joke shop merchandise, keeping her well stocked for her pranks and gags as she rolled around the school on a pair of ridiculous enchanted roller skates that could tackle stairs. She was a third year now, with short, fitfully untidy hair and a wicked tricky grin that Scorpius's father said ran in that family. She wore her robe like a cape so that it billowed out behind her as she skated from class to class. Back in her first year she had worn an actual cape, red and glittery, so Scorpius decided this was at least an improvement.
Scorpius's father was rather amused by his choice to befriend the Weasley-Potter gaggle. They were, on average, a loud, excitable group of kids who were used to the luxuries of famous parents. They weren't even confined to Gryffindor house anymore. Albus was the first Weasley-Potter to break the trend, but not the last. With Percy Weasley's oldest daughter Molly in Ravenclaw, Albus in Slytherin, and Rose's younger brother Hugo in Hufflepuff, Hogwarts had finally achieved house unity in the Weasley family. For all their annoyances and tendencies to tease him, Scorpius got on well with most of them, and often found himself in their company when Albus was horrifically preoccupied with the Longbottom girl.
At the moment Roxie was uncharacteristically quiet. Among the Peruvian darkness powder and stink bombs that her dad had sent was a small, silver puzzle which so far had left her baffled. Apart from the soft tinkling of little silver pieces and the soft scratch of Rose's quill against parchment the trio was blissfully quiet. A tiny bottle of ink levitated about six inches off the ground where Rose could refill her quill when needed, giving off a small humming noise. Scorpius was always impressed at the little ways Rose thought of to use magic.
“This is stupid.” Roxie sighed, dropping the jingling contraption onto the grass. “And now I'm bored.”
“Don't you have homework?” Rose asked, not looking up from her essay. Scorpius let out a chuckle. “What?” the girl snorted, clearly convinced that Scorpius was laughing at her, which wasn't exactly untrue. His father had told Scorpius about Hermione Granger-Weasley, and Rose seemed far too much like her mother to be possible. True, at times Rose would set aside the books and help her cousins pull off some prank; or go with Hugo and the Hufflepuffs into the kitchens late at night, proving that she could Weasley like the best of them; but most of her time was spent on homework and reading for pleasure. Curing boredom with homework was just a little too fitting for her personality for Scorpius not to laugh a little.
“Nothing, nothing.” Scorpius said, still chuckling. “Yes, Roxie. Don't you have homework? You could do that instead,” he suggested.
“I...have a better idea,” the wild child of the Weasleys said with a devilish grin before scooting over to Scorpius looking far, far to innocent. “Now, don't try to resist.”
Scorpius sighed. He knew what was coming now. There was no way to avoid it at this point. This was the problem with having long hair. Scorpius didn't even consider it all that long, barely to his shoulders. It was certainly much shorter than his grandfather's hair, and given that he normally wore it in a pony tail it didn't even look very long. But it was long enough for Roxie to want to braid it at any given moment. Sure enough, Roxie slid up behind him and undid the ribbon holding his hair back. She began to weave his hair into a fairly undignified braid.
It was Rose's turn to laugh at him now, but this was an indignity that he was used to. Anyway, it kept Roxie quiet, and that was the important thing.
Then they were presented with a mixed blessing. Albus walked up, his ferret Rarity, sitting on his shoulder and, amazingly, no girlfriend in sight. However, the youngest Potter, Lily, was also in tow.
“Roxie,” Albus said with a laugh, his calming presence making Scorpius instantly relax. “Are you braiding Scorp's hair again?” he asked as he sat on the ground next to Scorpius. Scorpius had to fight a blush. The truth was he had grown his hair out to its current braid-able length because of Albus. Albus liked long hair.
Rarity scampered off her master's shoulders and curled up in Scorpius's lap happily, giving a little toothy yawn. Scorpius pet the ferret under the chin happy and smiled at the boy. “Hi Al.”
“Hey.”
“Scorpius's hair looks better braided!” Roxie said defiantly to her cousin. “It's fetching.”
“Well, you know what they say about Purebloods. It's all about keeping their coat shiny,” Lily said with a smirk. “Just don't break a leg, thoroughbred, or they might put you down.”
Scorpius sighed. Lily's taunts weren't even that clever, but the girl seemed to think that she was oh so funny when she said them. Of all Albus's relations, Lily had to be the most self-entitled. She was obnoxiously proud of her famous father, her famous mother, and all their famous family members. The way she carried herself, like she was somehow supposed to be praised for what her parents had done in the last war, rubbed Scorpius' nerves raw. Maybe, he told himself, it was just because he spent so much of the time hoping that people wouldn't judge him on his parents' actions in a war fought and won long before he was born, that the sight of Lily Potter expecting such treatment made her near unbearable for him.
“Hello, Lily,” Scorpius said dully, not wanting to offend Albus by ignoring the boy's sister. Scorpius comforted himself that at least Molly hadn't shown up, but he didn't hold his breath. At this rate every Potter-Weasley in a fifty miles radius would be flocked around him.
“Roxie, when you're done making Scorp look fetching, you think I could steal him away for a while? Slytherin stuff,” Albus said.
“Sure, sure, ” Roxie laughed as she continued on the braid. Lily fell into conversation with Rose, or rather, Lily began to talk at Rose, while Rose simply nodded and continued to work on her paper. It didn't take long for Roxie to finish the braid and retie his hair with his ribbon. “He's all yours, and suitably fetching.”
Scorpius got up, Rarity crawling up onto his shoulders as he did. He was thankful to escape and followed Albus inside. “So, Slytherin stuff?” he asked, watching Albus.
Albus turned to him with a grin. “Thought I'd rescue you,” he said happily. “Now, I'll race you to the common room!” He took off at a sprint and was halfway down the stairs before Scorpius gained any kind of speed. He knew he'd never catch Albus, but the chase was pretty fun anyway.
. . .
“J-james, it's c-cold.” Scorpius panted, pressed up against the chilly tiles of the Prefect bathroom. The best part of James being head boy, Scorpius had decided, was the undisturbed use of the prefect bathroom. It was a Saturday, and Albus was off with Melody for the morning and would spend the afternoon at Slytherin Quidditch practice. This gave Scorpius an entire day to kill without his best friend, which meant most of it would be spent alone with James.
James had found him mid-morning and with a wild smirk and casual nod of his head had led Scorpius wordlessly away from the library to be alone. He had checked his fathers map, a curious enchanted thing, to make sure their preferred spot was unoccupied at the moment before heading upstairs. He had Scorpius naked to the waist, pressed up against the chilly damp tiles of the bathroom wall within ten minutes. Scorpius tried not to think of the stained glass mermaid watching them with interest as James's body heat flooded his thoughts, the steamy, humid air filling his lunges. James himself was only in his underwear, his Quidditch-honed body already sticky with the steamy humidity of the bathroom. Behind them the bath slowly filled up with warm, soapy water. It took forever for the bath to fill. It was swimming pool sized after all, with over a dozen different faucets. They had plenty of time before the tub filled and their bath was ready.
The older boy fumbled with the buttons on Scorpius's pants, grumbling under his breath as he nibbled on Scorpius's shoulder. “I hate button flies. Why can't you just have a zipper like a normal person? Why have four goddamn buttons instead?” he was muttering, making Scorpius laugh despite his racing pulse and flushed skin.
“You know, they say that to overcome something or someone you have to be at least two percent more intelligent than whatever it is you're trying to conquer,” Scorpius said, chuckling. James' ineloquent fumbling had given him a moment to regain his breath. “Come on James, be two percent smarter than the buttons,” he teased.
“Oh shut up. I could just hex your pants off,” James grunted as he finally got the last button free, proving that, if nothing else, he was two percent smarter than a series of buttons. He tugged Scorpius's trousers and underwear off, running his hands up the boy's pale legs with a triumphant smirk as he knelt down in front of the boy on his knees.
“You know, we're in a shower. It shouldn't have been that hard for you to get me naked.” Scorpius said, shivering lightly as James' hands ran up his thighs.
“Yeah, yeah, keep teasing.” James said and leaned forward to kiss the boy on the hip, his tongue tasting the salt on his skin. Slowly his kisses slipped lower. Scorpius found that he was just about out of witty comments as his brain filled with crackling static. Scorpius had always felt weird about getting blow jobs. Unlike hand jobs, Scorpius felt more...indebted to James afterward, guilty for having James pleasure him without simultaneously returning the favor. Hand jobs, he felt, left them on more even ground, but he couldn't deny how good it felt when James took him into his mouth.
“J-james, you don't have to....” Scorpius breathed, but without the strength to actually pull away from the boy.
“Are you going to keep talking?” James said, looking up at his with those striking brown eyes. They weren't as captivating as Albus's green to be sure, but Scorpius had learned to associate them with James's wild and reckless lust for him. James continued to kiss down Scorpius's pelvis slowly when Scorpius found no answer to that.
Scorpius let out a small gasp as James licked the very tip of his cock, sending a shivering spiral of pleasure right to his brain. He pressed his hands and his back flat against the tiles. “James....” Scorpius said, looking down at him. He was already hard from the heated kissing, but the feeling of James's tongue against his foreskin made him become even more erect.
James took the head of the boy's cock into his mouth slowly, sending more shivers up Scorpius's spine. His brown eyes stared into his, a hint of a smirk in them. Scorpius gave a half-hearted snort and closed his eyes, letting the sensations rush through him blindly. Scorpius's breathing was growing more ragged as James continued to slide his cock in and out of his mouth. Nothing else really compared to this; the stimulation in his foreskin, the heat of James's breath and mouth on his skin, the feeling of James holding his hips so tightly so that he couldn't squirm too much. Scorpius lost track of time. He had no idea how long it lasted, him pressed against the bathroom wall, gasping and moaning with his cock in James's mouth.
“James....J-james...” Scorpius panted, his nails desperately trying to grip onto the slick tiles behind him as he knees got weaker. With his eyes closed he was finding it hard not to imagine Albus on his knees in front of him, his green eyes, his freckled nose. He had to keep saying James's name over and over to be sure he didn't let a moaned 'Albus' slip out by mistake. He assumed that James wouldn't take kindly to that.
James chuckled, sending a humming vibration down Scorpius's cock. He slid away from Scorpius for just a moment, one hand wrapping around Scorpius to continue stroking him. “You doing alright up there, Princess?”
“D-don't call me Princess, James..” Scorpius panted, his entire body shaking slightly, his head thrown back, heart pounding in his ears.
“Are you close?” James asked in a low husky voice, his tongue running over the sensitive head of his cock. Scorpius gave a tiny yelp.
“Y-yes. James...ah...” Scorpius panted, his chest rising and falling.
“Say please.” James was smirking at him, clearly enjoying watching the boy writhe under his touch.
Scorpius gave a small huff in protest.
“Come on Scorp. Say 'please make me cum'.”
“You're an arse, James.” Scorpius grunted, but James just kept smirking at him, stroking him slowly with his hand, keeping him right on the edge. “P...please, make me cum...” Scorpius said softly, blushing a deep crimson color. He felt a little humiliated with James toying with him like this, but he had to admit it was worth it when James took his cock back into his mouth even deeper than before.
Scorpius felt a spasm run through his body, making him twitch against the wall. His hands pressed against the tiles trying to grip on to something as the sensation finally began to overcome him. “I...I...aaah,” his words dissolved in his throat before he could finish them as he came. His heart pounded in his ears, his body aching with exhaustion as his cum filled James' mouth. His mind went blank. Albus' green eyes and James' brown blended together and then burned up into the white hot nothing of the moment.
“S..sorry,” Scorpius said weakly, panting.
James swallowed, a thin dribble of cum slipping down his chin as he smirked up at Scorpius and pulled away. “What did I tell you about apologizing?” he said and got up off his knees. He kissed Scorpius again, making the boy taste the salty hint of his own semen. “Come on,” James said softly, and rubbed his nose against Scorpius's in an affectionate gesture. He slid out of his underwear at last. “The bath is ready.”
“W..what about you?” Scorpius asked, being led by the hand into the bathtub.
James splashed into the warm swimming pool sized tub. “Take a minute to recover,” James said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “After the bath, we'll see if you can't get some carpal tunnel going on.”
Scorpius blushed, but didn't complain, following James into the warm water.
. . .
Scorpius was at his favorite spot in the Library, back by the big glass windows, working on his charms essay with Albus when he heard James approach. Scorpius and Albus normally worked on their homework together in the Library, under the assumption that most Weasley-Potters took to the quiet solitude of the magical library as well as cats did to water. If they wanted to get any work done without Lily, or Roxie, or Hugo, or Molly coming to bother them then the Library was the place for that. James normally steered clear as well, as he had his own 7th grade study partners and the noise rule was often at odds with his naturally loud personality.
On that day however, as the pair of Slytherins tried to polish off their charms paper, James slipped up behind them with his normal silly grin. “Well, if it isn't my favorite little garden snakes,” James hissed in a ridiculously loud whisper.
“Hey James,” Albus said, rolling his eyes as his older brother slipped into the chair next to Scorpius. “Wotcher?”
“Just got an owl from Dad,” James said, grinning at his little brother. “He got the promotion.”
“Really?” Scorpius asked, impressed. He had met Mr. Potter only a few brief times, and from what he could tell, the man was already very high up in the Ministry ranks. He could imagine his father grinding his teeth when he found out about the man's newest success.
“Oh yes, it's official. He's head of the department now,” James said proudly. James leaned to his left slightly, letting his arm brush up against Scorpius. Scorpius couldn't tell if it was intentional or not, but the heat from the older boy's arm flooded into him.
“So, the famous Harry Potter is now even MORE famous. Delightful,” Scorpius said in a mock tone that imitated his father's.
“Hey, from what we can tell, you rich ass father is always getting richer. Goblin stocks and investment dividends,,” James laughed and nudged Scorpius playfully. “What does your dad even do for a living?”
“Professional rich person,” Scorpius said with a smirk back.
Both Potter boys let out a laugh. “How can you be professionally rich?” Albus asked. Scorpius looked away from James to answer his best friend.
“Playing the stock market. Investing. Donating money to St. Mungos and Hogwarts so our name gets stamped on things. Professional rich people stuff,” Scorpius said proudly. “He's also a consulting lawyer for the Ministry, but he treats it more as a hobby.”
“Your family is so weird,” James said with a smirk and ruffled Scorpius's hair so it messed up his pony tail.
Scorpius blushed slightly but smirked back. “Oh yes, and the Potter-Weasleys are a picture of normalcy,” he teased. The conversation died in laughter then, as no one could deny the sarcasm. Scorpius often forgot how nice it was to just hang out with James normally. Sure, the boy was loud and obnoxious, with no tact and questionable social decency, but he did make Scorpius laugh.
“We need to go back to our essays, James,” Albus said. “Write Dad and tell him I'm happy for him.”
“It's charms, yeah?” James said. “You know I got an O on that O.W.L. Let me help,” he offered with a smile. When he wanted to be, James could be pretty smart too, and Scorpius couldn't deny he made the essay writing more entertaining.
. . .
“The Fanged Geranium is an aggressive little plant,” Professor Neville Longbottom said, feeding a small, dead mouse the the fierce looking flower. “As you will recall from last year, Fanged Geraniums are hunting flowers, so don't leave your fingers too close to the petals. We don't want any trips to the Hospital Wing, do we?”
Scorpius tried not to groan. There was something unbearable about Professor Longbottom. Albus and his whole family seemed to adore him. Good for Albus. Albus was snogging the man's daughter. Albus should like him. Scorpius however found the man to be bumbling and dull. So he was a war hero, fantastic. Scorpius didn't care. The best thing about being a sixth year he had decided was going to be dropping Herbology.
“So today you're all going to feed and water your Geraniums. You may be asked to do this on the O.W.L.s later this year, so make sure you can do it well. Be nice to them and they'll be...less mean to you. Maybe. They each need about five mice. Homework is on the board at the front of the Greenhouse. I was a twelve inch essay on the proper care and potential uses for the Geranium by next week.”
Scorpius watched his Professor. The man smiled down at the horrible little plant on the table with something close to affection as he addressed the class. He was a soft faced, big eared man. Scorpius couldn't imagine him at that final battle, wielding the sword of Gryffindor, slaying the snake Nagini. He believed it happened, sure, his father had seen it, but he just couldn't imagine it actually happening.
“I hate these things,” Scorpius sighed, looking over at Albus, who was giving him an amused half-smile, making his freckles scrunch up on the top of his nose. Rose was sitting next to Albus on the other side, staring at the plants like they were the most boring waste of time she could think of.
“You hated them last year too,” Albus said as they stood up to get their supplies for the day. That was true. Last year Scorpius had earned himself a nasty bite on the ankle when Jasper Creevy left a Fanged Geranium on the floor. There was a lot of blood, but everyone still treated him like he was over reacting when he kicked the blasted potted plant and stubbed his toe as well. It had been embarrassing. James had laughed so hard when he heard the story that he nearly choked on a muffin.
“Yeah, I know. I still hate them,” Scorpius said sullenly, earning another laugh from Albus.
“I'm going to go get the mice and say hi to Professor Longbottom. Could you get the geraniums we'll need and the watering can? I'll be right back.” Albus slipped away from the table and headed towards the front of the greenhouse.
“You don't seem happy about this either,” Scorpius noted, looking over at Rose. They walked over to the table where all the geraniums sat, snapping at the air fitfully.
“I'd rather be working on my Transfiguration essay. You know I dislike this subject.” Rose and picked up a few geranium pots while Scorpius grabbed a watering can and began to carry it back to their table. “When are you going to write the essay for this class?”
“I don't know,” Scorpius sighed. This was their O.W.L. year, and the homework load was heavy. Scorpius had no idea how Albus was able to do both Quidditch and keep up with his classes. He could barely finish all his essays on time and his only other activity was sneaking off with James. “I might ask James for help. He got high scores in Herbology when he took it.”
“Might be kind of hard for him to answer your questions with your dick in his mouth.” Rose's voice was sly, almost teasing when she said it. Scorpius dropped the watering can onto the ground, splashing water all up his pants.
“W..what?” Scorpius watched as Rose nonchalantly carried her geraniums back to the table.
Rose turned to him and with a flick of her wand, levitated the watering can off the ground by his feet and over to their table. Scorpius scuttled over to the table, his heart beating twice as fast as it should. That was a secret. His...thing with James was a secret. No one knew. How could Rose possibly know? If Rose knew, who else knew? These questions raced through Scorpius's mind like wild fire. “How....how did you know about me and James?” Scorpius asked in a hushed voice. He glanced behind him to make sure that Albus was still talking to Professor Longottom.
“It's pretty obvious really. As long as you're clever and observant and logical about things. So, I'm the only one who knows.” Rose picked up the watering can and poured some of the water onto their plants.
“But...but how?”
“I'm just observant,” Rose said and looked up at him. She had piercing eyes, filled with a quickness and a cleverness that Scorpius sometimes forgot was there. Rose wasn't just a book worm. She was also incredibly bright, having her magical curiosity and natural talent fostered by an attentive talented mother, and a supportive father her entire life before ever stepping foot into Hogwarts. She, like Roxie and Freddie and even Hugo, was a child of her father and uncle's joke shop. She had a deep tricky streak and enjoyed, on occasion, making people squirm. “The way James looks at you, the way you two will look at each other wordlessly and then slip off together sometimes. It wasn't a hard connection to make.”
“You haven't told Albus, have you?”
“No, and neither have you. Why is that exactly? You know Albus won't mind,” Rose said trying to read his face. “Why is Albus your first concern, Scorpius?”
“I just...don't want him to know. James is his brother for Merlin's sake. Why are you mentioning this?” Rose never mentioned anything without a reason. Words held weight with her and she didn't waste them lightly.
“Just confirming my hypothesis, really. I wasn't entirely sure if you were shagging James or not until you dropped that watering can. Your face was very funny.” Rose gave him a little smirk and turned her gaze back to the plants.
“Please don't tell anyone. Especially Albus,” Scorpius said softly. He couldn't risk Albus finding out about him and James, and it that meant begging Rose Weasley for secrecy then he would beg. He found it hard to say exactly why he didn't want Albus to know so badly. Most of it rested, he knew, on the secret hope that one day Albus would wake up and realize that he and Scorpius could be so perfect together and Scorpius didn't want this little side business with James mucking that up. He felt a twinge of guilt about that, but he already knew that deep down he wasn't a very good person for all this.
“I don't see why Albus specifically-”
“Please.” Scorpius could see Albus slowly making his way back over to them at last with a box of tiny, doomed mice. “Just, please.”
Rose have him a critical look and answered “fine,” just in time for Albus to slid into the seat next to her.
Scorpius found that he had very little to say about anything that Albus and Rose ended up talking about as they sat there feeding the horrified little mice to the ravenous plants. He had a bag of rocks in his stomach. His secret was out, albeit thankfully only to one person. At least it was Rose who knew, and not one of the less reasonable, more gossipy kids. As long as Albus didn't find out though, everything would be ok.
. . .
Scorpius had no idea where James was leading him. James was staring at his map intently, apparently leading Scorpius to some newly thought of rendezvous point. Scorpius followed along, his heart hammering inside his chest with anticipation. It had been days since he had learned that Rose knew his secret, and he hadn't gotten a chance to be alone with James since. Between James' upcoming N.E.W.T.s and his own O.W.L.s, not to mention James's Quidditch and his Head Boy duties, they were both horribly busy. He hadn't told James that Rose knew yet. He wasn't planning on telling him either. In fact, Scorpius just wanted to act like the whole thing hadn't happened.
“Here we are,” James said as they approached a large painting of a winged horse. The horse looked at them curiously, it's tail twitching. James walked up and ran his fingers down the canvas over the horse and stepped back in time for the picture to swing open. James hopped in.
Scorpius peered into the hole before following. It was pitch black inside and smelled like dirt. Scorpius stepped inside nervously. “Secret passage?”
“Lumos,” James said, his wand lighting up and illuminating his face, as well as the stone walls and packed dirt floor of what, indeed, seemed to be a secret passage. “Yup. Since the Prefect Bathroom shows people in it on the map and Roxie said she was using Room of Requirement for experiments, I thought we might try a new spot today.”
“Experiments?” Scorpius asked.
“Better not to ask probably,” James said. “Anyway, yes. So I found this passage.”
“I thought all the passages were sealed in the war, apart from the one in the Room of Requirement,” Scorpius said, taking another step inside. He gave a small jump as the painting swung back into place behind him.
“Well, this one was built at some point between the war and when Teddy came to school. He found it his fourth year.” James took Scorpius's hand and led him deeper into the passage. The passage had a few sharp turns and winding twists as they traveled deeper inside it.
“But where does it let out?”
“The storm drain behind Zonko's I think.”
“Hogsmeade? Why are we going there?”
“We aren't,” James stopped walking, dropping his still glowing wand and his map onto the floor and took Scorpius' other hand. With a smirk he kissed the boy, pressing him back against the wall. Scorpius gave a small surprised gasp at the sudden feeling of the cool stone on his back and the warmth of James's body on his chest.
James broke the kiss, their lips barely touching in the dim light. “Scorpius,” he whispered, resting his forehead against him. They stayed like that for a moment, their breath mixing together. “We'll have plenty of privacy here,” James told him and pulled him back into a kiss.
The dim flickering wand light and the complete silence of being so far underground made Scorpius feel like, for just a moment, they were the only people in the world. He closed his eyes and let the feeling of that kiss flood through him, hot and wet while the rough skin of James' hands on his wrists and then his cheek, his neck, slipping into the hem of his robe.
James was taking his time getting Scorpius out of his clothes, revealing his skin to the cold air inch by inch and then kissing it warm. As he slipped Scorpius's robes off he kissed down his neck, to his shoulders. He unbuttoned Scorpius's shirt slowly, kissing down his chest further and further with each button. James didn't normally go so slow and it was filling Scorpius with the most unbearable anticipation. Scorpius was used to rushed, fumbling encounters in broom closets. Having to wait for James to finally touch him was driving him mad.
Finally James was at his zipper. “Finally, no more button flies,” he said amused, and pushed Scorpius's trousers down to his knees before slipping back up to kiss Scorpius again and pulling Scorpius's hair out of it's silly Roxie-braid that he had earned that morning. James tossed his own robe to the side, letting it land next to the still lightly glowing wand, and map on the floor and undid his own buttons and zippers at a hurried pace. Scorpius gave a pleasant shiver as he felt James's hands, slightly rough from his years on a broom stick, slide down his chest and wrap around his cock.
James's cock was already as stiff as his, and Scorpius began to stroke it in time with James stroking him. Scorpius broke their kiss with a moan. James buried his face in Scorpius's shoulder, lost in his long hair. Waves of pleasure were wrapping around Scorpius's mind, the dim light and the utter silence of their hiding spot lulling his mind far, far away. He could feel James's heart beating against his chest as their strokes became faster, cocks slowly becoming slicker with precum.
“J-james...” Scorpius breathed, his eyes closed, one hand stroking the older boy, the other gripping James's hair. He had trained himself well to say James's name, even when his mind was imagining freckles and flashing green eyes.
“Scorpius...I...” James lifted his head up and kissed Scorpius again, hot and wet. “I think I...I...lo-”
Over the sound of his heart hammering in his ears, Scorpius heard a small gasp and the shuffle of feet to his left, and James's sentence died in his throat. The light in the tunnel brightened just for a moment, like another wand had turned the corner to add to James's wand's light and then quickly disappeared. In one horrified second, Scorpius realized that someone had seen them.
James realized it at the same time too and went utterly still for a moment. The truth was that James probably didn't care if anyone had seen them, but he knew Scorpius cared. James turned quickly to grab the marauders map. Who ever had seen them would still be in the tunnel, and they had to know who it was. “Oh...bugger...” James muttered.
Scorpius grabbed the map out of James's hands, his heart racing now for different and less enjoyable reasons. His eyes traced over the castle map, finding their passage, trying to find the name besides their own. There, in the scrawling print, just now reaching the painting entrance back into the castle was the one name, above all others, that Scorpius didn't want to see on the map. His stomach gave a horrible, sickening lurch. It didn't matter that Rose Weasley knew his secret. It didn't matter that Rose would never tell Albus what she knew. The name on the map made everything else inconsequential.
“Albus Severus Potter.”
x x x
So that ends chapter 1.
The fic is now complete.
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 1(/3)
James II/Scorpius (Some Albus/Scorpius)
Warnings: This is rated M for lemon scenes.
I want to thank all the people who helped me write/edit/beta this. Most importantly, my boyfriend for proof reading, plot brainstorming and blow job research.
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“Ack, James, now the house elves will have to wash my robes again! And at this rate I'll have carpal tunnel by the end of term.”
James Potter II laughed, hair obscuring half his sweaty face, looking entirely too bloody pleased with himself. “You're cute when you're flustered, Princess. I love this face you make right after you come.”
“You can't says thing like that,” Scorpius huffed, not knowing what exactly his face looked like after he came, but hoping that it wouldn't last for long. He didn't need to broadcast his recent orgasm to the school when he got dinner.
“I can so, and if you didn't want carpal we shouldn't have used our hands.” James gave a conspiratorial smirk. “We have other options, you know. It's not my fault you're too stuffy to try them.”
Scorpius Malfoy rolled his eyes, glad that the dim light of their hiding spot obscured the red tint of his cheeks. They had stuffed themselves into one of the storage rooms down in the dungeons. There wasn't much room between the shelves of ground monkwood and vials of Devil's Snare, but they made do. It was hard to get privacy in Hogwarts, and you had to take what you could get. They couldn't always use the Room of Requirement or the Prefect bathroom, after all. James was 17 this year, a 7th year at last. Somehow he had been made Head Boy, so the Prefect bathroom was their preferred spot, but sometimes it was already in use and they had to find other options. Scorpius suspected that James liked the thrill of using storage closets and forgotten side rooms anyway.
Scorpius began to fix his various undone buttons. He really had no idea how to respond to James. He never did. Scorpius wasn't as brash and bold as James. What could he say when the older boy just non-nonchalantly blurted out that he could make Scorpius come with more than just his hands? The boy seemed to operate on an entirely different wavelength at times.
“Scorpy.” James said softly, cupping both the boy's cheeks in his hands. “Come on. Give me a smile. You can't be this grumpy after a hand job.”
“I need to go meet Albus for dinner,” Scorpius said, looking away. “Thanks though.”
James gave a small sigh. “Oh don't thank me for jerking you off, Malfoy. It's weird,” he said and leaned in to kiss Scorpius softly on the lips, earning a the coveted smile from the younger blond boy.
. . .
The Great Hall bustled loudly with the dinner rush. Albus was spooning a pile of green beans onto his plate just as Scorpius arrived to sit next to him, hoping that whatever face he made after he came had faded now.
Albus has the prettiest eyes, warm, kind and the color of summer grass. Scorpius knew it sounded ridiculously cheesy, but he couldn't help himself. His best friend was gorgeous. He was funny, and smart and when he smiled he got these dimples in his cheeks that made Scorpius's gut twist with longing. The boy was perfect.
It was weird, Scorpius knew, for a Potter-Weasley to end up in Slytherin. The Potter-Weasley's were the whole group of children spawned from Harry Potter, and the last generation of Weasleys. They were, by tradition, a family of Gryffindors. Albus was the first of his family to ever break the mold, and at first glance, it looked like a mistake. Albus was a gentle kid, with a soft face and an easy laugh. Anyone would think he looked out of place in the strikingly aggressive green and silver of Slytherin house.
Scorpius however, saw deeper than just that. Albus wanted to prove himself. He was ambitious to rise above his famous father, Harry Potter; his famous mother, Ginny Weasley Potter; and his incredibly popular older brother, James. Though he would never step on any toes to get there, Albus Potter wanted to be on top.
Scorpius had first seen him on the train on the way to Hogwarts first year. He made sure to steer clear of the whole family, as his father told him to, but he couldn't help but notice Albus,and the way his green eyes seemed to wander around, watching people. It was that night, sitting at the Slytherin table, that he and Albus became friends. It was almost instantaneous. Scorpius just couldn't find it in himself to say anything snarky to the boy. He wanted Albus to like him, no matter what his father had told him. Albus was just that kind of person.
It was through Albus that Scorius met James, and the rest of the Weasley-Potter gaggle. It was through Albus that Scorpius had made most of his friends, and in true Potter fashion, earned most of his detentions for sneaking out after hours to steal food from the kitchens. For the first four years of school everything was perfect. It wasn't until fifth year that there became a...problem.
Malody Longbottom came prancing up to their table and sat down next to Albus just as Scorpius getting comfortable. It ruined Scorpius' dinner just as it was beginning.
Melody Longbottom was the one problem. It wasn't really her fault. She was a nice enough girl. She was a fourth year Ravenclaw. She was brainy; cute, if you liked that sort of thing; and sweet on Albus. The problem was, of course, that Albus was just as sweet on her. Scorpius knew it was shallow of him to hate his best friend's girlfriend just because he was desperately in love with the boy, but he couldn't help it. Every time she slipped over to the Slytherin table and laid her head on Al's shoulder, Scorpius found himself wanting to get downright catty with the girl.
Scorpius didn't know Melody too well, if he was honest. He had never taken the time to get to know her, but from what he could gather she suffered from a milder form of famous-war-parent-itis that afflicted the Potter-Weasleys. Her father, Professor Neville Longbottom, had earned a great deal of prestige in the final battle of Hogwarts. Her mother, Hannah Longbottom, had been in the DA and now ran the Leaky Cauldron. Melody, for whatever reason, didn't share her father's enthusiasm for plants and the outdoors. She stayed in the castle (except to watch Albus play Quidditch), doing whatever it was that Ravenclaws did with their time, and made lovey-dovey eyes at Albus a lot. She had a younger brother, Frankie, who ended up in Gryffindor and seemed friendly with Molly Weasley. Beyond that, all Scorpius knew about Melody was that he hated her.
Malfoys didn't have to put up with this kind of thing. Malfoys were supposed to get what they want, no matter what. He was fifteen years old. He should have been swept off his feet into the perfect relationship by now. But instead he was stuck, with his best friend, the boy he was in love with, in the universe's most ridiculously sappy relationship with some petulant fourth year girl. All while he fiddled around with Albus's older brother.
When Melody walked over and sat down next to Albus only two minutes after Albus had arrived, it ruined Scorpius's dinner, and he rather regretted fleeing James' presence so soon. As hungry as Scorpius was, the idea of sitting there and listening to Melody and Albus prattle on about how in love they were would sour his mood. At least around James he didn't have to deal with the sickening sinking sensation inspired by Albus and his poofy-haired four-eyed girlfriend holding hands.
As if on cue, Albus reached over and placed his hand on his girlfriend's wrist and began to ask her about her day, her homework, her friends. Each question prompted some inane, boring reply from the girl. Their fellow Slytherins gave the Ravenclaw girl a passing glance and a snort. In general they disapproved of having non-Slytherins at the house table, but with Arius Clockworth spending nearly all his time at the Hufflepuff table these days to flirt with Jonathan Moorland, and Albus eating at the Gryffindor table with his brother and sister every other day, they knew it would be unfair to ban inter-house mingling on their own turf.
“Then,” Melody said,scrunching up her nose fitfully, “Leonard Quirm nearly set the whole common room on fire with his new contraption! It was some helicopter thing. It crashed right into the biography bookshelf!”
“Didn't Leo knock over the Potions bookshelf just last week with his steam powdered train?” Albus replied with a laugh.
“That's Leo. He's brilliant, but destructive,” Melody said, clearly not very amused by her house mate's antics. “Anyway, we should do out homework together. I have so much to do. Anyway, I'm thinking of cutting my hair again,” Melody said, running one of herhands through her shoulder length hair.
“But I like your hair long,” Albus said with a small smile.
Scorpius sat there, unable to contribute to the conversation at all, feeling annoyed. Listening to Albus and Melody making idle chit chat made him all the more appreciative that he had managed to avoid such blithering talk with James. He and James did not chit chat. They did not swap gossip. They did not have drama.
Being with James was simple. Aggravating at times, but simple. Not a lot of talking involved most of the time, and lots of touching, and kissing, and other wonderfully distracting actions that helped let Scorpius forget the nagging annoyance of being in love with his best friend.
It was a secret of course, the things he did with James. No one knew, especially not Albus. Merlin, not Albus. Never, ever, Albus. Not Lily, or Rose, or Hugo, or Roxie, or any of their Slytherin house mates. That was the way he wanted it.
Things with James had started so quietly, just about the time that Albus started dating Melody two months earlier. James always pushing forward, the sly looks, the odd brushes, finally the kissing when they were alone in hallways, the private encounters in the Room of Requirement and dungeon store rooms and broom closets and prefect bathrooms. It was lovely. Apart from Scorpius' own hang ups about Albus, there was one single problem.
Sodomy sent chills up Scorpius's spine. The idea of making himself so vulnerable, of letting James Potter make a woman out of him. He couldn't stand it. With James being older, and the more, well, dominant force in the relationship any attempt to be more physical than they were now would end up with James wanting....that. Secretly, he always added, the only boy he'd ever want...inside him, was Albus. So far he'd been able to keep James at bay about the whole thing, which James chalked up to his “snobby pureblood princess pride.” And of course there was the detail that Scorpius was madly in love with James' little brother, and couldn't help but imagine that it was Albus who was kissing him and touching him while he was alone with James. But over all, this...thing he had with James (he refused to think of it as a relationship) was nice.
“I can't wait to see you play Hufflepuff next week,” Melody was saying, her fingers still laced with Albus'. “My brave little Keeper,” she gave a laugh and kissed his cheek. Scorpius rolled his eyes and continued to butter his roll. This could not be any worse. This was even more torturous than when he tried to sit at the Gryffindor table with the majority of Albus' family and had to endure nearly an hour of pureblood jabs and slytherin jokes.
There were a lot of Potter-Weasleys. It was hard to keep them straight most of the time: who were siblings, god-siblings, and cousins. There were thirteen of them in all. First there were the Potters, Harry and Ginny Potter's children, James, Albus, and Lily. Then there was Ron and Hermione Weasley's children, Rose and Hugo. George and Angelina Weasley had Freddie and Roxie. Percy and Audrey Weasley had Molly and Lucy. Charlie Weasley had no children because, like a reasonable person, he much preferred dragons to diaper changing. Bill and Fleur Weasley had Viccy, Dominique and Louis. Then there was Teddy Lupin who, though not blood related closely, was Harry Potter's God-son and so he counted too. Scorpius considered it a godsend that many of them didn't attend Hogwarts at the moment. (Teddy, Viccy and Freddie had graduated. Dominique and Louis went to school in France. Lucy was still too young.) But that still left seven Potter-Weasleys enrolled at school this year; James, Albus, Lily, Rose Hugo, Molly, and Roxie. All those names, relations, and family gossip was a lot for an only child like Scorpius to deal with at times.
True, he got on well with much of Albus's family. Rose was nice enough and Roxie was amusing. Hugo was quiet and never bothered him. But, no offense to Albus, some of this other relatives, namely the younger bratty Lily and Molly drove him mad. He had no idea what he was going to do when the youngest of all the Weasley Potters, little Lucy Weasley came to school next year.
“Well, I'll look for you in the stands, babe” Albus said happily. “You're the best cheerleader a guy could wish for.” Melody gave a happy giggle at that. The truth was, Scorpius couldn't wait to see Albus play either. Both Potter sons had inherited a great deal of Quidditch skill from their parents. Albus was Keeper for Slytherin team, and a good one at that. James played Beater for Gryffindor. Watching either of them fly often filled Scorpius with a burst of awe, and a slight regret for never allowing himself to try out for the team and follow in his own father's seeker footsteps.
Regardless of that, all this talk of 'babe' and 'best cheerleaders' was making Scorpius lose his appetite even more than before. “Al, I'm going to go to the library for a few hours,” Scorpius said, hoping to escape from the rather sickening scene before he lost his dinner. He didn't give Albus a chance to say goodbye before he was gone, headed through the halls with a mission, each step snapping on the floor.
“What? Again already?” James said in surprise as Scorpius found him out by the courtyard and began to drag him into the castle by his necktie. “Scorpius?” After a few feet Scorpius released him. He didn't want to risk the whole school pulling James Potter along by the tie after all.
“Stop talking.” Scorpius snapped as he found a reasonably sized storage closet just past the stairs on the second floot and pushed the older boy inside, kissing him hard on the mouth as the door slammed shut behind them. James' hands slid down the boy's sides.
James pulled out of the kiss, staring into the younger boy's grey eyes in the dim light of the closet. “Bloody hell. Are you horny again already?” he asked with a small laugh. Scorpius was shoved uncomfortably against a shelf, but he ignored the discomfort.
“No. Shut up.” Scorpius said, lightly hitting the boy's chest. “I just want you to kiss me for a while.” He pulled him back down into a kiss by the neck tie and let the ache in his heart disappear. All he had to do was close his eyes and imagine that instead of James, he was kissing Albus. It wasn't hard. The boys looked enough alike, even if James was older and lacked the wonderful green eyes that Albus had.
And for a moment, everything felt ok.
. . .
So that's how things were. The next afternoon Scorpius was working on his potions essay with the help of Rose Weasley, while her cousin, Roxie, fiddled with something tricky looking that her father George had sent her from his joke shop. They were outside, enjoying the nice weather while they had it. Spring was still young, new and fragile, and they probably had at least one more frost before the rain thawed out Scotland for the rest of a wet and muddy spring.
Scorpius liked Rose Weasley. She was quieter than most her cousins and, despite being a Gryffindor, didn't generally give him a hard time about his family's past. Whether that was out of politeness or the fact that she simply didn't care (being fed up of people dwelling on the second war and her parents part in it herself), wasn't clear. Tall, ginger, bushy haired, when Scorpius met her parents he almost burst out laughing at how much she looked like them. They made solid enough friends, despite her father's concerns that they were going to get married someday.
Roxie Weasley was a completely different matter. She had always been hyperactive, but ever since her older brother Freddie had graduated the year prior, she had taken it upon herself to be annoying enough for both of them. Every few weeks she'd get an owl from her father filled with joke shop merchandise, keeping her well stocked for her pranks and gags as she rolled around the school on a pair of ridiculous enchanted roller skates that could tackle stairs. She was a third year now, with short, fitfully untidy hair and a wicked tricky grin that Scorpius's father said ran in that family. She wore her robe like a cape so that it billowed out behind her as she skated from class to class. Back in her first year she had worn an actual cape, red and glittery, so Scorpius decided this was at least an improvement.
Scorpius's father was rather amused by his choice to befriend the Weasley-Potter gaggle. They were, on average, a loud, excitable group of kids who were used to the luxuries of famous parents. They weren't even confined to Gryffindor house anymore. Albus was the first Weasley-Potter to break the trend, but not the last. With Percy Weasley's oldest daughter Molly in Ravenclaw, Albus in Slytherin, and Rose's younger brother Hugo in Hufflepuff, Hogwarts had finally achieved house unity in the Weasley family. For all their annoyances and tendencies to tease him, Scorpius got on well with most of them, and often found himself in their company when Albus was horrifically preoccupied with the Longbottom girl.
At the moment Roxie was uncharacteristically quiet. Among the Peruvian darkness powder and stink bombs that her dad had sent was a small, silver puzzle which so far had left her baffled. Apart from the soft tinkling of little silver pieces and the soft scratch of Rose's quill against parchment the trio was blissfully quiet. A tiny bottle of ink levitated about six inches off the ground where Rose could refill her quill when needed, giving off a small humming noise. Scorpius was always impressed at the little ways Rose thought of to use magic.
“This is stupid.” Roxie sighed, dropping the jingling contraption onto the grass. “And now I'm bored.”
“Don't you have homework?” Rose asked, not looking up from her essay. Scorpius let out a chuckle. “What?” the girl snorted, clearly convinced that Scorpius was laughing at her, which wasn't exactly untrue. His father had told Scorpius about Hermione Granger-Weasley, and Rose seemed far too much like her mother to be possible. True, at times Rose would set aside the books and help her cousins pull off some prank; or go with Hugo and the Hufflepuffs into the kitchens late at night, proving that she could Weasley like the best of them; but most of her time was spent on homework and reading for pleasure. Curing boredom with homework was just a little too fitting for her personality for Scorpius not to laugh a little.
“Nothing, nothing.” Scorpius said, still chuckling. “Yes, Roxie. Don't you have homework? You could do that instead,” he suggested.
“I...have a better idea,” the wild child of the Weasleys said with a devilish grin before scooting over to Scorpius looking far, far to innocent. “Now, don't try to resist.”
Scorpius sighed. He knew what was coming now. There was no way to avoid it at this point. This was the problem with having long hair. Scorpius didn't even consider it all that long, barely to his shoulders. It was certainly much shorter than his grandfather's hair, and given that he normally wore it in a pony tail it didn't even look very long. But it was long enough for Roxie to want to braid it at any given moment. Sure enough, Roxie slid up behind him and undid the ribbon holding his hair back. She began to weave his hair into a fairly undignified braid.
It was Rose's turn to laugh at him now, but this was an indignity that he was used to. Anyway, it kept Roxie quiet, and that was the important thing.
Then they were presented with a mixed blessing. Albus walked up, his ferret Rarity, sitting on his shoulder and, amazingly, no girlfriend in sight. However, the youngest Potter, Lily, was also in tow.
“Roxie,” Albus said with a laugh, his calming presence making Scorpius instantly relax. “Are you braiding Scorp's hair again?” he asked as he sat on the ground next to Scorpius. Scorpius had to fight a blush. The truth was he had grown his hair out to its current braid-able length because of Albus. Albus liked long hair.
Rarity scampered off her master's shoulders and curled up in Scorpius's lap happily, giving a little toothy yawn. Scorpius pet the ferret under the chin happy and smiled at the boy. “Hi Al.”
“Hey.”
“Scorpius's hair looks better braided!” Roxie said defiantly to her cousin. “It's fetching.”
“Well, you know what they say about Purebloods. It's all about keeping their coat shiny,” Lily said with a smirk. “Just don't break a leg, thoroughbred, or they might put you down.”
Scorpius sighed. Lily's taunts weren't even that clever, but the girl seemed to think that she was oh so funny when she said them. Of all Albus's relations, Lily had to be the most self-entitled. She was obnoxiously proud of her famous father, her famous mother, and all their famous family members. The way she carried herself, like she was somehow supposed to be praised for what her parents had done in the last war, rubbed Scorpius' nerves raw. Maybe, he told himself, it was just because he spent so much of the time hoping that people wouldn't judge him on his parents' actions in a war fought and won long before he was born, that the sight of Lily Potter expecting such treatment made her near unbearable for him.
“Hello, Lily,” Scorpius said dully, not wanting to offend Albus by ignoring the boy's sister. Scorpius comforted himself that at least Molly hadn't shown up, but he didn't hold his breath. At this rate every Potter-Weasley in a fifty miles radius would be flocked around him.
“Roxie, when you're done making Scorp look fetching, you think I could steal him away for a while? Slytherin stuff,” Albus said.
“Sure, sure, ” Roxie laughed as she continued on the braid. Lily fell into conversation with Rose, or rather, Lily began to talk at Rose, while Rose simply nodded and continued to work on her paper. It didn't take long for Roxie to finish the braid and retie his hair with his ribbon. “He's all yours, and suitably fetching.”
Scorpius got up, Rarity crawling up onto his shoulders as he did. He was thankful to escape and followed Albus inside. “So, Slytherin stuff?” he asked, watching Albus.
Albus turned to him with a grin. “Thought I'd rescue you,” he said happily. “Now, I'll race you to the common room!” He took off at a sprint and was halfway down the stairs before Scorpius gained any kind of speed. He knew he'd never catch Albus, but the chase was pretty fun anyway.
. . .
“J-james, it's c-cold.” Scorpius panted, pressed up against the chilly tiles of the Prefect bathroom. The best part of James being head boy, Scorpius had decided, was the undisturbed use of the prefect bathroom. It was a Saturday, and Albus was off with Melody for the morning and would spend the afternoon at Slytherin Quidditch practice. This gave Scorpius an entire day to kill without his best friend, which meant most of it would be spent alone with James.
James had found him mid-morning and with a wild smirk and casual nod of his head had led Scorpius wordlessly away from the library to be alone. He had checked his fathers map, a curious enchanted thing, to make sure their preferred spot was unoccupied at the moment before heading upstairs. He had Scorpius naked to the waist, pressed up against the chilly damp tiles of the bathroom wall within ten minutes. Scorpius tried not to think of the stained glass mermaid watching them with interest as James's body heat flooded his thoughts, the steamy, humid air filling his lunges. James himself was only in his underwear, his Quidditch-honed body already sticky with the steamy humidity of the bathroom. Behind them the bath slowly filled up with warm, soapy water. It took forever for the bath to fill. It was swimming pool sized after all, with over a dozen different faucets. They had plenty of time before the tub filled and their bath was ready.
The older boy fumbled with the buttons on Scorpius's pants, grumbling under his breath as he nibbled on Scorpius's shoulder. “I hate button flies. Why can't you just have a zipper like a normal person? Why have four goddamn buttons instead?” he was muttering, making Scorpius laugh despite his racing pulse and flushed skin.
“You know, they say that to overcome something or someone you have to be at least two percent more intelligent than whatever it is you're trying to conquer,” Scorpius said, chuckling. James' ineloquent fumbling had given him a moment to regain his breath. “Come on James, be two percent smarter than the buttons,” he teased.
“Oh shut up. I could just hex your pants off,” James grunted as he finally got the last button free, proving that, if nothing else, he was two percent smarter than a series of buttons. He tugged Scorpius's trousers and underwear off, running his hands up the boy's pale legs with a triumphant smirk as he knelt down in front of the boy on his knees.
“You know, we're in a shower. It shouldn't have been that hard for you to get me naked.” Scorpius said, shivering lightly as James' hands ran up his thighs.
“Yeah, yeah, keep teasing.” James said and leaned forward to kiss the boy on the hip, his tongue tasting the salt on his skin. Slowly his kisses slipped lower. Scorpius found that he was just about out of witty comments as his brain filled with crackling static. Scorpius had always felt weird about getting blow jobs. Unlike hand jobs, Scorpius felt more...indebted to James afterward, guilty for having James pleasure him without simultaneously returning the favor. Hand jobs, he felt, left them on more even ground, but he couldn't deny how good it felt when James took him into his mouth.
“J-james, you don't have to....” Scorpius breathed, but without the strength to actually pull away from the boy.
“Are you going to keep talking?” James said, looking up at his with those striking brown eyes. They weren't as captivating as Albus's green to be sure, but Scorpius had learned to associate them with James's wild and reckless lust for him. James continued to kiss down Scorpius's pelvis slowly when Scorpius found no answer to that.
Scorpius let out a small gasp as James licked the very tip of his cock, sending a shivering spiral of pleasure right to his brain. He pressed his hands and his back flat against the tiles. “James....” Scorpius said, looking down at him. He was already hard from the heated kissing, but the feeling of James's tongue against his foreskin made him become even more erect.
James took the head of the boy's cock into his mouth slowly, sending more shivers up Scorpius's spine. His brown eyes stared into his, a hint of a smirk in them. Scorpius gave a half-hearted snort and closed his eyes, letting the sensations rush through him blindly. Scorpius's breathing was growing more ragged as James continued to slide his cock in and out of his mouth. Nothing else really compared to this; the stimulation in his foreskin, the heat of James's breath and mouth on his skin, the feeling of James holding his hips so tightly so that he couldn't squirm too much. Scorpius lost track of time. He had no idea how long it lasted, him pressed against the bathroom wall, gasping and moaning with his cock in James's mouth.
“James....J-james...” Scorpius panted, his nails desperately trying to grip onto the slick tiles behind him as he knees got weaker. With his eyes closed he was finding it hard not to imagine Albus on his knees in front of him, his green eyes, his freckled nose. He had to keep saying James's name over and over to be sure he didn't let a moaned 'Albus' slip out by mistake. He assumed that James wouldn't take kindly to that.
James chuckled, sending a humming vibration down Scorpius's cock. He slid away from Scorpius for just a moment, one hand wrapping around Scorpius to continue stroking him. “You doing alright up there, Princess?”
“D-don't call me Princess, James..” Scorpius panted, his entire body shaking slightly, his head thrown back, heart pounding in his ears.
“Are you close?” James asked in a low husky voice, his tongue running over the sensitive head of his cock. Scorpius gave a tiny yelp.
“Y-yes. James...ah...” Scorpius panted, his chest rising and falling.
“Say please.” James was smirking at him, clearly enjoying watching the boy writhe under his touch.
Scorpius gave a small huff in protest.
“Come on Scorp. Say 'please make me cum'.”
“You're an arse, James.” Scorpius grunted, but James just kept smirking at him, stroking him slowly with his hand, keeping him right on the edge. “P...please, make me cum...” Scorpius said softly, blushing a deep crimson color. He felt a little humiliated with James toying with him like this, but he had to admit it was worth it when James took his cock back into his mouth even deeper than before.
Scorpius felt a spasm run through his body, making him twitch against the wall. His hands pressed against the tiles trying to grip on to something as the sensation finally began to overcome him. “I...I...aaah,” his words dissolved in his throat before he could finish them as he came. His heart pounded in his ears, his body aching with exhaustion as his cum filled James' mouth. His mind went blank. Albus' green eyes and James' brown blended together and then burned up into the white hot nothing of the moment.
“S..sorry,” Scorpius said weakly, panting.
James swallowed, a thin dribble of cum slipping down his chin as he smirked up at Scorpius and pulled away. “What did I tell you about apologizing?” he said and got up off his knees. He kissed Scorpius again, making the boy taste the salty hint of his own semen. “Come on,” James said softly, and rubbed his nose against Scorpius's in an affectionate gesture. He slid out of his underwear at last. “The bath is ready.”
“W..what about you?” Scorpius asked, being led by the hand into the bathtub.
James splashed into the warm swimming pool sized tub. “Take a minute to recover,” James said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “After the bath, we'll see if you can't get some carpal tunnel going on.”
Scorpius blushed, but didn't complain, following James into the warm water.
. . .
Scorpius was at his favorite spot in the Library, back by the big glass windows, working on his charms essay with Albus when he heard James approach. Scorpius and Albus normally worked on their homework together in the Library, under the assumption that most Weasley-Potters took to the quiet solitude of the magical library as well as cats did to water. If they wanted to get any work done without Lily, or Roxie, or Hugo, or Molly coming to bother them then the Library was the place for that. James normally steered clear as well, as he had his own 7th grade study partners and the noise rule was often at odds with his naturally loud personality.
On that day however, as the pair of Slytherins tried to polish off their charms paper, James slipped up behind them with his normal silly grin. “Well, if it isn't my favorite little garden snakes,” James hissed in a ridiculously loud whisper.
“Hey James,” Albus said, rolling his eyes as his older brother slipped into the chair next to Scorpius. “Wotcher?”
“Just got an owl from Dad,” James said, grinning at his little brother. “He got the promotion.”
“Really?” Scorpius asked, impressed. He had met Mr. Potter only a few brief times, and from what he could tell, the man was already very high up in the Ministry ranks. He could imagine his father grinding his teeth when he found out about the man's newest success.
“Oh yes, it's official. He's head of the department now,” James said proudly. James leaned to his left slightly, letting his arm brush up against Scorpius. Scorpius couldn't tell if it was intentional or not, but the heat from the older boy's arm flooded into him.
“So, the famous Harry Potter is now even MORE famous. Delightful,” Scorpius said in a mock tone that imitated his father's.
“Hey, from what we can tell, you rich ass father is always getting richer. Goblin stocks and investment dividends,,” James laughed and nudged Scorpius playfully. “What does your dad even do for a living?”
“Professional rich person,” Scorpius said with a smirk back.
Both Potter boys let out a laugh. “How can you be professionally rich?” Albus asked. Scorpius looked away from James to answer his best friend.
“Playing the stock market. Investing. Donating money to St. Mungos and Hogwarts so our name gets stamped on things. Professional rich people stuff,” Scorpius said proudly. “He's also a consulting lawyer for the Ministry, but he treats it more as a hobby.”
“Your family is so weird,” James said with a smirk and ruffled Scorpius's hair so it messed up his pony tail.
Scorpius blushed slightly but smirked back. “Oh yes, and the Potter-Weasleys are a picture of normalcy,” he teased. The conversation died in laughter then, as no one could deny the sarcasm. Scorpius often forgot how nice it was to just hang out with James normally. Sure, the boy was loud and obnoxious, with no tact and questionable social decency, but he did make Scorpius laugh.
“We need to go back to our essays, James,” Albus said. “Write Dad and tell him I'm happy for him.”
“It's charms, yeah?” James said. “You know I got an O on that O.W.L. Let me help,” he offered with a smile. When he wanted to be, James could be pretty smart too, and Scorpius couldn't deny he made the essay writing more entertaining.
. . .
“The Fanged Geranium is an aggressive little plant,” Professor Neville Longbottom said, feeding a small, dead mouse the the fierce looking flower. “As you will recall from last year, Fanged Geraniums are hunting flowers, so don't leave your fingers too close to the petals. We don't want any trips to the Hospital Wing, do we?”
Scorpius tried not to groan. There was something unbearable about Professor Longbottom. Albus and his whole family seemed to adore him. Good for Albus. Albus was snogging the man's daughter. Albus should like him. Scorpius however found the man to be bumbling and dull. So he was a war hero, fantastic. Scorpius didn't care. The best thing about being a sixth year he had decided was going to be dropping Herbology.
“So today you're all going to feed and water your Geraniums. You may be asked to do this on the O.W.L.s later this year, so make sure you can do it well. Be nice to them and they'll be...less mean to you. Maybe. They each need about five mice. Homework is on the board at the front of the Greenhouse. I was a twelve inch essay on the proper care and potential uses for the Geranium by next week.”
Scorpius watched his Professor. The man smiled down at the horrible little plant on the table with something close to affection as he addressed the class. He was a soft faced, big eared man. Scorpius couldn't imagine him at that final battle, wielding the sword of Gryffindor, slaying the snake Nagini. He believed it happened, sure, his father had seen it, but he just couldn't imagine it actually happening.
“I hate these things,” Scorpius sighed, looking over at Albus, who was giving him an amused half-smile, making his freckles scrunch up on the top of his nose. Rose was sitting next to Albus on the other side, staring at the plants like they were the most boring waste of time she could think of.
“You hated them last year too,” Albus said as they stood up to get their supplies for the day. That was true. Last year Scorpius had earned himself a nasty bite on the ankle when Jasper Creevy left a Fanged Geranium on the floor. There was a lot of blood, but everyone still treated him like he was over reacting when he kicked the blasted potted plant and stubbed his toe as well. It had been embarrassing. James had laughed so hard when he heard the story that he nearly choked on a muffin.
“Yeah, I know. I still hate them,” Scorpius said sullenly, earning another laugh from Albus.
“I'm going to go get the mice and say hi to Professor Longbottom. Could you get the geraniums we'll need and the watering can? I'll be right back.” Albus slipped away from the table and headed towards the front of the greenhouse.
“You don't seem happy about this either,” Scorpius noted, looking over at Rose. They walked over to the table where all the geraniums sat, snapping at the air fitfully.
“I'd rather be working on my Transfiguration essay. You know I dislike this subject.” Rose and picked up a few geranium pots while Scorpius grabbed a watering can and began to carry it back to their table. “When are you going to write the essay for this class?”
“I don't know,” Scorpius sighed. This was their O.W.L. year, and the homework load was heavy. Scorpius had no idea how Albus was able to do both Quidditch and keep up with his classes. He could barely finish all his essays on time and his only other activity was sneaking off with James. “I might ask James for help. He got high scores in Herbology when he took it.”
“Might be kind of hard for him to answer your questions with your dick in his mouth.” Rose's voice was sly, almost teasing when she said it. Scorpius dropped the watering can onto the ground, splashing water all up his pants.
“W..what?” Scorpius watched as Rose nonchalantly carried her geraniums back to the table.
Rose turned to him and with a flick of her wand, levitated the watering can off the ground by his feet and over to their table. Scorpius scuttled over to the table, his heart beating twice as fast as it should. That was a secret. His...thing with James was a secret. No one knew. How could Rose possibly know? If Rose knew, who else knew? These questions raced through Scorpius's mind like wild fire. “How....how did you know about me and James?” Scorpius asked in a hushed voice. He glanced behind him to make sure that Albus was still talking to Professor Longottom.
“It's pretty obvious really. As long as you're clever and observant and logical about things. So, I'm the only one who knows.” Rose picked up the watering can and poured some of the water onto their plants.
“But...but how?”
“I'm just observant,” Rose said and looked up at him. She had piercing eyes, filled with a quickness and a cleverness that Scorpius sometimes forgot was there. Rose wasn't just a book worm. She was also incredibly bright, having her magical curiosity and natural talent fostered by an attentive talented mother, and a supportive father her entire life before ever stepping foot into Hogwarts. She, like Roxie and Freddie and even Hugo, was a child of her father and uncle's joke shop. She had a deep tricky streak and enjoyed, on occasion, making people squirm. “The way James looks at you, the way you two will look at each other wordlessly and then slip off together sometimes. It wasn't a hard connection to make.”
“You haven't told Albus, have you?”
“No, and neither have you. Why is that exactly? You know Albus won't mind,” Rose said trying to read his face. “Why is Albus your first concern, Scorpius?”
“I just...don't want him to know. James is his brother for Merlin's sake. Why are you mentioning this?” Rose never mentioned anything without a reason. Words held weight with her and she didn't waste them lightly.
“Just confirming my hypothesis, really. I wasn't entirely sure if you were shagging James or not until you dropped that watering can. Your face was very funny.” Rose gave him a little smirk and turned her gaze back to the plants.
“Please don't tell anyone. Especially Albus,” Scorpius said softly. He couldn't risk Albus finding out about him and James, and it that meant begging Rose Weasley for secrecy then he would beg. He found it hard to say exactly why he didn't want Albus to know so badly. Most of it rested, he knew, on the secret hope that one day Albus would wake up and realize that he and Scorpius could be so perfect together and Scorpius didn't want this little side business with James mucking that up. He felt a twinge of guilt about that, but he already knew that deep down he wasn't a very good person for all this.
“I don't see why Albus specifically-”
“Please.” Scorpius could see Albus slowly making his way back over to them at last with a box of tiny, doomed mice. “Just, please.”
Rose have him a critical look and answered “fine,” just in time for Albus to slid into the seat next to her.
Scorpius found that he had very little to say about anything that Albus and Rose ended up talking about as they sat there feeding the horrified little mice to the ravenous plants. He had a bag of rocks in his stomach. His secret was out, albeit thankfully only to one person. At least it was Rose who knew, and not one of the less reasonable, more gossipy kids. As long as Albus didn't find out though, everything would be ok.
. . .
Scorpius had no idea where James was leading him. James was staring at his map intently, apparently leading Scorpius to some newly thought of rendezvous point. Scorpius followed along, his heart hammering inside his chest with anticipation. It had been days since he had learned that Rose knew his secret, and he hadn't gotten a chance to be alone with James since. Between James' upcoming N.E.W.T.s and his own O.W.L.s, not to mention James's Quidditch and his Head Boy duties, they were both horribly busy. He hadn't told James that Rose knew yet. He wasn't planning on telling him either. In fact, Scorpius just wanted to act like the whole thing hadn't happened.
“Here we are,” James said as they approached a large painting of a winged horse. The horse looked at them curiously, it's tail twitching. James walked up and ran his fingers down the canvas over the horse and stepped back in time for the picture to swing open. James hopped in.
Scorpius peered into the hole before following. It was pitch black inside and smelled like dirt. Scorpius stepped inside nervously. “Secret passage?”
“Lumos,” James said, his wand lighting up and illuminating his face, as well as the stone walls and packed dirt floor of what, indeed, seemed to be a secret passage. “Yup. Since the Prefect Bathroom shows people in it on the map and Roxie said she was using Room of Requirement for experiments, I thought we might try a new spot today.”
“Experiments?” Scorpius asked.
“Better not to ask probably,” James said. “Anyway, yes. So I found this passage.”
“I thought all the passages were sealed in the war, apart from the one in the Room of Requirement,” Scorpius said, taking another step inside. He gave a small jump as the painting swung back into place behind him.
“Well, this one was built at some point between the war and when Teddy came to school. He found it his fourth year.” James took Scorpius's hand and led him deeper into the passage. The passage had a few sharp turns and winding twists as they traveled deeper inside it.
“But where does it let out?”
“The storm drain behind Zonko's I think.”
“Hogsmeade? Why are we going there?”
“We aren't,” James stopped walking, dropping his still glowing wand and his map onto the floor and took Scorpius' other hand. With a smirk he kissed the boy, pressing him back against the wall. Scorpius gave a small surprised gasp at the sudden feeling of the cool stone on his back and the warmth of James's body on his chest.
James broke the kiss, their lips barely touching in the dim light. “Scorpius,” he whispered, resting his forehead against him. They stayed like that for a moment, their breath mixing together. “We'll have plenty of privacy here,” James told him and pulled him back into a kiss.
The dim flickering wand light and the complete silence of being so far underground made Scorpius feel like, for just a moment, they were the only people in the world. He closed his eyes and let the feeling of that kiss flood through him, hot and wet while the rough skin of James' hands on his wrists and then his cheek, his neck, slipping into the hem of his robe.
James was taking his time getting Scorpius out of his clothes, revealing his skin to the cold air inch by inch and then kissing it warm. As he slipped Scorpius's robes off he kissed down his neck, to his shoulders. He unbuttoned Scorpius's shirt slowly, kissing down his chest further and further with each button. James didn't normally go so slow and it was filling Scorpius with the most unbearable anticipation. Scorpius was used to rushed, fumbling encounters in broom closets. Having to wait for James to finally touch him was driving him mad.
Finally James was at his zipper. “Finally, no more button flies,” he said amused, and pushed Scorpius's trousers down to his knees before slipping back up to kiss Scorpius again and pulling Scorpius's hair out of it's silly Roxie-braid that he had earned that morning. James tossed his own robe to the side, letting it land next to the still lightly glowing wand, and map on the floor and undid his own buttons and zippers at a hurried pace. Scorpius gave a pleasant shiver as he felt James's hands, slightly rough from his years on a broom stick, slide down his chest and wrap around his cock.
James's cock was already as stiff as his, and Scorpius began to stroke it in time with James stroking him. Scorpius broke their kiss with a moan. James buried his face in Scorpius's shoulder, lost in his long hair. Waves of pleasure were wrapping around Scorpius's mind, the dim light and the utter silence of their hiding spot lulling his mind far, far away. He could feel James's heart beating against his chest as their strokes became faster, cocks slowly becoming slicker with precum.
“J-james...” Scorpius breathed, his eyes closed, one hand stroking the older boy, the other gripping James's hair. He had trained himself well to say James's name, even when his mind was imagining freckles and flashing green eyes.
“Scorpius...I...” James lifted his head up and kissed Scorpius again, hot and wet. “I think I...I...lo-”
Over the sound of his heart hammering in his ears, Scorpius heard a small gasp and the shuffle of feet to his left, and James's sentence died in his throat. The light in the tunnel brightened just for a moment, like another wand had turned the corner to add to James's wand's light and then quickly disappeared. In one horrified second, Scorpius realized that someone had seen them.
James realized it at the same time too and went utterly still for a moment. The truth was that James probably didn't care if anyone had seen them, but he knew Scorpius cared. James turned quickly to grab the marauders map. Who ever had seen them would still be in the tunnel, and they had to know who it was. “Oh...bugger...” James muttered.
Scorpius grabbed the map out of James's hands, his heart racing now for different and less enjoyable reasons. His eyes traced over the castle map, finding their passage, trying to find the name besides their own. There, in the scrawling print, just now reaching the painting entrance back into the castle was the one name, above all others, that Scorpius didn't want to see on the map. His stomach gave a horrible, sickening lurch. It didn't matter that Rose Weasley knew his secret. It didn't matter that Rose would never tell Albus what she knew. The name on the map made everything else inconsequential.
“Albus Severus Potter.”
x x x
So that ends chapter 1.
The fic is now complete.
Chapter 2
Chapter 3